[18:30] It Was Not That Often That I Could Have Him With Me At Home That Early In The Afternoon. Practice

[18:30] It was not that often that I could have him with me at home that early in the afternoon. Practice would usually drag the hours away in a haze till sundown in most days, but as for today, Hyungwon was already home and in the shower, filling my pretty tiles with soap while obnoxiously singing his heart away. I really love how he never gets tired of the slight burning on his throat that singing causes.

He stumbled to our shared bedroom barefoot, his stripped pajamas hanging loosely on his tall frame and ruffled his locks with a hand towel. Droplets landed on the book page I was fixated to and I hastily moved away from him, causing him to erupt into a fit of delirious giggles. Oh dear, he was already sleeping with his eyes wide open. “Get yourself comfortable quick, you’ll catch a cold”. I tried to ease my way to the bathroom, but Won blocked my way with his all 182 centimeters giggling like a schoolgirl. “Wonnie I’ll brush my teeth and then we can go to sleep, I promise”.

Ten minutes later and he was already almost passed out on my side of the bed yet again. (He is a really firm supporter of the “the whole bed is for both of us, no sides” scheme, mainly because sometimes he is too sleepy to drag himself around his.) I hoofed trying to suppress a laugh and started digging through a cocoon of blankets, duvets and pillows in search of some precious body warmth. I found him laying on his back, so I laid on his chest and his hands immediately found their way around me, even in his sleep. I rolled my eyes at particularly no one and thought to myself how we both managed to have some hours for quality time alone and we decided to sleep earlier than doing anything else. How is our life gonna be at our eighties I wonder.  

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Jung Hoseok Imagine

[18:43]            It was the first snow you’ve seen in years. Born in a country that snowing wasn’t a frequent event, you found yourself staring out the huge windows of the dorm, wet cloth in your hands fully forgotten, dusting not really occupying your mind right now. Suddenly someone shakes you from behind and you yelp, diving to free yourself of the firm hold on your shoulders. “Why would you even think to do that” you whisper-yelled to Jungkook irritated and you flicked the cloth against his forearm for emphasis. “I wanted to inform you that me and the guys are heading out to play with the snow, but you were too enchanted with your dusting to notice me”. Before you had the chance to answer he interrupted you again. “Wanna join us?”.

           Well, now that was not the case. Back in your country people lost property and lives from snow, so saying you were a little weary of it was an understatement. You really wanted to join your friends and make some white winter memories with your boyfriend-which you haven’t seen since this morning that you handed him his coffee- and a thought clicked. “I’ll pass. Tell Hobi to bring me coffee on his way back”. You really wanted to give snow a chance and you battled a lot with yourself until you decided to head out and find them. You moved hurriedly to your boyfriend’s closet and opened the small drawer you know he uses to store binnies, scarfs and gloves for days like this, only to find nothing. “What the- you murmured to yourself- how many layers of clothes did Hobi wear?

           You chose a patted coat of his, long enough to rest on your ankles and stormed out in search of your boyfriend and his friends. Suddenly something pretty hard and a ton cold landed straight on your nose. You froze in place (heheh sorry, bad pun) and then proceeded to sneeze with half dozen of laughs echoing around you. Namjoon was the one closer to you and so was the receiver of your tantrum, in the form of pouts, stomping foots and lots of snow. “Yo, do not blame me, your boyfriend did it” “Oh come on, I could not do it, my hands are full”. You approached Hobi, and given your eyesight was not the best, assumed that he was holding your steaming coffee. You were wrong. “JUNG HOSEOK WHY ON EARTH WOULD I WANT AN ICED AMERICANO MID-JANUARY?”

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[01:20] Eyes wide open, without blinking once, my gaze blurred at the corners of my sight and I close them again in frustration, only for colourful dots to splash my eyelids, yet again. My insomniac tendencies were catching up with me again and the poor man lightly snoring by my side was at no fault. I have slept over in the dorms countless times, with the boys fighting over who was worthy enough to cuddle me to sleep every night. I have fallen asleep in Changkyun’s bed before as well, this time was not different. I was not hungry, I was not cold or particularly hot and, by some sort of miracle, I did not want to pee. I just could not sleep. Maybe I was the sleeping pill of the whole team of little monsters, but I guess they did not have the same effect on me.

           Kyun had his arm hooked around my waist, snoring away in a blissful, dreamless sleep and I was low-key jealous. I knitted my fingers through some strands of hair at the base of his neck and I whined when he did not even flinch at the action. I retreated, scolding myself for even thinking of waking him up to save my pathetic ass from the insomnia goblin. Trying to swift myself away from his grasp, I did not notice that he was slowly waking up. He prompted himself on the elbow of his free hand and whispered lowly “You cannot sleep again, can you?”

           I jolted at the sound of his husky, sleeping voice, a hand flying to my chest, as I narrowed my eyes at him. “You scared the living hell out of me!” I was leaning on the headboard, making it a little difficult for him to cuddle me, so he started rubbing my sides and shushing me like a small child. I was pretty much ready to open my mouth to curse at him, when all of a sudden he leaned up, lips capturing mine in a sleepy, sloppy kiss. His lips were warm on mine and I felt myself relax and slid down the headboard, coming to rest close to Changkyun’s body warmth. He rested his head under my chin, warm breath fanning on my neck, which added to the soothing rubbing on my sides and the twingling on my lips, making me drowsy. “It was not that hard now, was it?” was the last murmurs I heard before falling asleep at last.